Luke: All day long things are disappearing. Salads are suddenly gone. Lamb chops don't make it to the table.
Sookie: I had to make sure you were doing it right.
Luke: You're supposed to be home.
Sookie: No, I'm supposed to be in bed. And I am in bed. And you said that you would double-strain the duck sauce and you, my friend, are not double straining.
Luke: There will be no more of this. No more calls. No more questions. No more ladles that leave that kitchen. I don't care what bed you're in. That is between you and your husband and - God, I hope - a qualified therapist. But you will not Interfere with me anymore. Period.